Life Only Welcomes

 Life only welcomes:

never saying no - life is continuous in its acceptance, whatever appears instantly belongs without argument to say otherwise. My life is a testament to this, filled by moments of misfortune in perhaps equal measure to what's been cherished. To be alive is to welcome all that comes without delay, and even any argument against this becomes part of this reality. Life only accepts. 

this includes loss, that which feels taken is part of this belonging - to lose what's loved is to find that sorrow has now been welcomed, grief to be expressed as an adjustment to this change, an understanding that the present moment now holds a tender new reality, and one that needs much offered love and compassion. 

there is no bias here, life only welcomes, and to know this brings me a certain peace even as I counter it with a denial of my own. There is much I don't understand, so much to question of both past and what's to come - and yet there are no true answers, at least not that I have found, none that provide any sense of permanence and safety from life changing. What I've arrived to is not answers, but the grace of mystery, a lessening of the need to understand why things happen, only that things are allowed without say from my authority. It seems that I too am welcomed guest here, accepted as an aspect of life, honored in a brief awareness of this existence. 

life only welcomes, and this is my only real insight. It's enough, providing an ease for my own acceptance of what is now, and what might later appear, that mystery too holds me in its grace, and that all is always welcomed, even if it's beyond my present understanding. 

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Peace, Eric 

But I am Aware

 

But I am aware:

but I am aware, and this recognition seems to be the elusive prize so often sought for, a seekers quest for this particular philosophers stone. The irony, of course, is that this is never not so, from first breath there was clear awareness of life without story or things yet labeled, there was simply existence and newness of each experience. I knew nothing of life - but I was aware of something, perhaps only that I now existed in an a new environment full of wonder. 

to note that I'm aware is a reoccurring theme that plays throughout my writing, it's a momentary inquiry for me, a ritual of appreciation and gratitude for it to be so. I have no need to make it anything more than a thankful prayer - to be aware, and know that it's a gift, is to find myself endlessly fascinated by what appears, life in opportunity to explore every aspect that it offers. Even to be lost in thought provides a chance awakening, an interruption of a current trend of thinking to the sudden realization of being aware to thoughts passing. 

taken just a bit further - there comes an investigation into the seamless, that I am aware, and that there's no break between observation and object, that listening is the silent embrace of sound, and sensations are experienced in a present understanding. To be aware is the common note. Everything takes place here, my world occurs in awareness, and I see no line drawn to separate your world from mine. This isn't a claim of anything other than my own insight of each moment I've explored. I have no need to be proven right that this is so, or that it's different for someone else's insight. I enjoy that I'm aware, that life is a surprise unfolding in nuance, subtle shifts of motion, and sometimes a sudden shock to the senses. Life is always changing, offering itself anew in every moment - but I am aware, and grateful that's so. 

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Peace, Eric 

Already Devoted

 

Already devoted:

to be as this, as I am now, already devoted to what appears and intimate in the sense that it all belongs. This is truly the path of unconditional love, and it's not one that's been chosen but simply the way reality seems to unfold to me. This devotion isn't one of worship, it's simply the recognition that life continues to surprise, and that events conspire beyond what I can know - whatever will appear gains my attention, it's accepted instantly in my hold even if I wish to protest it's arrival and length of stay. I have no real say in what's allowed, again that's life in its agenda of continuation, a flow of all possibilities. 

what I am is part of life's agenda, a somehow possibility that appeared and found itself aware. Everything comes to awareness, regardless of my want or demands. To be devoted to life is to accept it all as it arrives, and this too may include a wish for things to be otherwise, and even action taken to make so. What appears belongs. Of course I don't always like this, and will find myself in a losing argument with how things are. Reality always wins. 

to be as this, as I am now, is to be aware. Awareness is without bias, it's unconditional by very nature and doesn't seek to measure what belongs and how long things may stay. It just accepts, and accepts, and always accepts more. It's neither satisfied nor aggrieved by what appears. I am aware, and more I am aware of my own appearance here, life given in individual aspect, distinct, yet also belonging fully to the flow. It's a unique position to find myself, at once allowing and questioning as well. This is how life is, for me and from my perspective. I won't argue with another's truth and hold my own extremely lightly. In an instant reality might prove me wrong. My devotion stays fluid, and only reflects a momentary occurring, motion - I am  devoted to how things are, now, and how will be sometime later, whatever comes to this awareness. 

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Peace, Eric 

Continuously Fascinated

 

Continuously fascinated:

how could I not be continuously fascinated by my own participation with life? To be an explorer of each moment in a gentle inquiry of borders between my perceived self and the world that follows. There's nothing really to prove, it's a spiritual exercise to find my true existence. It's simply curiosity, a wondering of myself and the infinite means I play through life. 

right now for example - it's an easy enough moment of complex actions, with so little taken by my command. I make no effort to hear to the birds sing outside my window, each note arrives to my meet my listening, a waiting silence for just these notes to play. I am the reception for this song, a holding place for sound to transformed to music, my appreciation adding to its beauty. In this way I'm aware, participating, and have no cause to doubt that for just this moment I belong fully, completely, as the world. 

this is an endless path, an inquiry of watchful possibilities - any object can hold a story of a shared existence, that there is a same spaciousness that is allows us both to be, and that I find myself equal as observer as well as space, extending as a formless touch to know what comes to view. It's an intimate sense, a welcoming of all that arrives with this curiosity, and even my sense of unwelcome for some events find their place to be allowed. Everything belongs, and it all fits in some seamless fashion of its own come and go. I have little doubt that I belong to this as well. But right now, I exist, gifted to be aware and this is no small joy and wonder. I get to explore the world in every detail that it offers - and it all arrives through no effort of my own. The world is shared as my existence. 

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Peace, Eric 

Just a Mindful Grace

 Just a mindful grace:

no more aware than this, right now, and all the moment holds - nothing more is added to awareness itself, there is no state of attainment to bring me closer to what's known. Yet with this simple realization the world opens to be explored. It's a new eagerness now, a sense of intimacy with what unfolds to my attention. Without wait there is always something, an experience of the senses - objects appearing in seamless vision, sounds emerging from a silent field, and the press of air felt against me. I find myself aware of it all without effort, just a mindful grace of noting what's now present with no need to make it more, to adjust the experience with any expectations. 

to be free - knowing there's no limits to what appears, everything in agenda with a mystery of its own, and my only course of action is to allow, respond, and allow still more. Life continues in its offer of experiences, a ceaseless flow of wonder, tragedy, joy and sorrow. To be aware offers no escape and none is needed. It's simply accepting what comes in the order that it's given, no bypassing an event that's found displeasing, nor making a wish for things to be other. Life changes on its own. What I am from is my own demands, and even their appearance give little concern, they belong in the same right as everything else that comes along, an aspect of life that I'm aware of. 

again, there is no effort to this, and it's not a magic fix to heal what might feel broken - it's life occurring as it's meant to, full, complete in the details of what's well lived. Nothing is excluded. Yet with this there does seem to come a certain sense of ease, surrendering any resistance to what's present now, and that it all happens on its own without intent or willful urge from me. This is aware, life, observing it's own participation. I cannot ever be more aware than I am in this moment. It's all found right here, now, and always. 

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Peace, Eric 

Faith Through My Continuation

Faith through my continuation:

as a continuous response - life in full creative offering, spontaneous, and my own participation being equal to the flow. This is the true karma of being, simply action of each moment leading to the result of more action. It's how life goes, a process of self-creation, from a bud in early spring sunlight to its later summer bloom - everything responds in someway to what's offered.

my own response is mostly unnoticed, that my body is nourished by food supplied, to more subtle levels of cells acting to heal or replace themselves in a moment of their need. It's a higher wisdom than my own conscious mind and better left that way. I trust this sense of being to care for me without adding my concern, a response of faith through my continuation. 

yet all this plays through my awareness in someway - knowing I'm alive by response to what's given, no different than the flower bud in its own becoming, but aware that I am the process of life in action. What I am is karma in display, a momentary result already dissolving in response to what's appearing. It's continuous action, motion, and to be aware is just part of my own participation. Life happens and the universe vibrates in response to itself. I simply belong to this action, an aspect of life in constant vibration. 

in no way mystical, but still a mystery in its process - life continues. My faith is that I part of this continuation, if only for this certain moment, and that whatever comes next will be proper in response. It's not a faith of expectations. That I am alive, right now, is all I need to know. 

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Peace, Eric 

A Momentary Presentation

 A momentary presentation: 

through each moment, and no less than transformed again in subtle ways of being - what I am is complete, but only in a sense of becoming, always offering something new in my expression. Life is motion, a verb in endless conversation with itself. To this than, I am joined in life's conversation, being drawn to participate in my own transformation. As life, I am constantly becoming in a new reality, shifting in creative tone, a process of momentary presentation. 

what I am right now has never been before, although my memories tell me different. But once there was nothing of me to be found, a void of all but promise, and somehow this was fulfilled by a single cell. This is life defined by intent, that something will become in continuation, from cell in infinite division to first breath drawn completely on my own. I have never ceased in this becoming, transformed in every instant in seen and unseen ways. I am still defined by life's intent. 

this moment is new, a unique presentation of itself, never lasting even as I seek to hold a cherished view. My memories too belong only to this moment, a mental snapshot of an event or object that was already in process of being something other. Reality is found only here, right now, this particular momentary presentation, and its an art of changing view. By next glance life is already something other, my own observation has transformed me as well. As this, life in transformation, I find myself continued, with no idea of what is coming next. There is grace in the mystery of intent. And in this - I place my faith. 

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Peace, Eric